by Isabella C. (3rd grade)
I am a small child
with a big imagination.
I am a beautiful black horse
hiding in the night.
I am a dolphin jumping out of the ocean
in a sunset of fire.
I am a beautiful aroma soaring through the sky,
making the world follow me.
I am a tree growing faster
than a human’s eye blinks,
and when I’m finished growing,
I am the strongest tree in the world.
I am a building of flowers
that never falls down
because I am a building of imagination.
I am the first star to shine bright.
A Flower of Your Own Making
East Village Community School, Manhattan, NY
Matthew Brailas, writer‐in‐residence